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Deftones
Deftones


Background information
Origin Sacramento, California, US
Genre(s) Alternative Metal
Experimental Rock
Years active 1988—present
Label(s) Maverick Records
Associated acts B-Real
Tool
Team Sleep
Sol Invicto
Phallucy
Kush
Quicksand
Max Cavalera
Website Website
Members
Sergio Vega
Chino Moreno
Stephen Carpenter
Chi Cheng
Frank Delgado
Abe Cunningham



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Deftones Album


Around The Fur (10/28/1997)
10/28/1997
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Head Up (feat. Max Cavalera)
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Bong Hit (hidden track)
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Damone (hidden track)
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Hey you big star tell me when it's over
hey you big mood guide me to shelter
cause i'm through
when the two hits the six and it's summer
cloud come shove the sun aside
i think god is moving its tongue
there are no crowds in the streets and no sun in my own summer
the shade is a tool a device a savior
see i try to look up to the sky
but my eyes burn
cloud come shove the sun aside.

. . .



Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil holler downstairs
while i drive i want to watch you
buttercup coming through the fog
dying of boredom i'll try it all
sixteen olive skin bound by a voice
i don't want to go but i want it well
at least you fucking care dying of
boredom i'll try it all i'll be faint like a
crook it looks and feels great but
look at what it's doing to you but
that's ok look at how it feels.

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I feel soon i will sink into you
what do you think
cause there's still blood in your hair
and i've got the bruise of the year
but there's something about her long shady eyes
i'm all about her shade
tonight i hate your tattoos
you have weak wrists but i'll keep you well
it's too bad you're married to me.

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Hey vanity this vile is empty and so
are you hey glamorous this vile is
not god anymore speak i don't get
it should i ignore the fashion or go
buy the book i don't want it i just
want your eyes fixated on me
coming back around the fur
prostitute climb back down from
the floor please don't fuck around
and die like this cause i love her.

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It's so simple to look at every little thing i do wrong
it's so simple to overlook every little thing i do right
i think too much i'm way too much
too stuck up you're probably right
this time but i don't want to listen
you're probably right this time
but i don't even care i lose things too much
i'm not one to trust
you're probably right this time
but i don't want to listen
you're probably right this time
but i don't even care and
if it was mine to say i wouldn't say it
and if it was mine to say i wouldn't speak.

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This town don't feel mine
i'm fast to get away far
i dressed you in her clothes
now drive me far away
it feels good to know you're all mine
now drive me far away
i don't care where just far away.

. . .



I meant to come back to put out bliss
but the style is crumbling
covered canned it was sick and
no you don't even know how it
comes shifts then gets ruined by
you fucking slobs but it's classical
anyways and how cool are you i
remember i can't help it makes me
so sick over and over it sits stiff
bound with no heart fine 'cause
this is where the separation starts
arising i can see it coming over
your cloud and it's classical
anyways how cool are you i
remember just a bad call it's so
funny how you think i'm so serious
but that's not it the thing is i don't
give enough to give a fuck you're
plain boring and you bore me
asleep but it's classical anyways
how cool are you i remember and i
feel sickened and who the fuck
are you anyway you fuck it's
making sick sense seeing how
you're sticking out hardly and
hoping money please arise up off
the fucking knees and hop off the
train for a second and try to find
your own fucking heart.

. . .



I always wondered what it takes
fifteen stitches and a soft parody
to make my eyes be like deceit i
believe the sting proves heart to
me and now i know that you love
me thank god that you love at all
dislocated at the joint timing is
everything in the bed 'cause you'll
sleep for hours to keep away then
sink the teeth and bat your eyes
now i know that you love me thank
god you love at all what surprise i
was right here going off and going
on at least now i know that you
love me thank god that you love at
all what surprise i was right here
going off going on dai the flu.

. . .



Got back out back off the forefront
i never said or got to say bye to
my boy but it¡Їs often i try i think
about how i¡Їd be screaming and
the times would be bumping all our
minds would be flowing taking
care of shit like hey holmes what
you needing sometimes life will be
coming off whack and will open
your eyes as i proceed to get
loose i feel you next to me fiending
getting spacey with the common
love of music think of this as the
sun and the mind as a tool but we
could bounce back from this one
with attitude will and some spirit
with attitude will your spirit we¡Їll
shove it aside soulfly fly high so
fly fly free when you walk into this
world walk into this world with
your head up high.

. . .



You're so sweet your smile your
magazine and your bones you're
on fire you move me like music
with your style let me think about
girls money and new clothes thirty
nights of violence and sugar to
love come here come here closer
to the lung so i can i can shove
her over railing you're sweet but
i'm tired of proving this love see
you're a bore but you move me like
a movie that you love... fucking
rock star.

. . .

Bong Hit

[No lyrics]

. . .



Sleep in this hole
stinging in your eyes
ashamed, for you, cause
so far, i've been down thats true
shake in lie
about to fall
ashamed, for you
cause,
so far i've been down thats true
except for your arms
you start, stand still
and shove regret back at me
ask you why
whats up?
ask you why
one, two
why, why why why
soon i've been you
laughter, sigh
so ashamed for you, cause
this feeling gets old
and so do your eyes
this is why, i hate you, cause
so far, i've been down thats true
except for you're arms, you just
smile, stand still
while you look right back at me!

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